Getting ready for the holidays
Last night, I finished a quilt. Just a little wall-hanging thing, 20 inches. It's a display for my dad's new fabric-printing merchandise. I hoped to get both of them done, but was blocked by the Giant Santa Hat. Since Sunday afternoon, I have made a Giant Santa Hat and a wall quilt. I think I will settle for that.
This morning I did a little marketing. Now I have beets, brussel sprouts, and fresh sage. I need to get the turkey on my way down to my parents, lest it not be thawed on Friday. I don't know what my exact menu for Friday is. We commit to turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy, bread, cranberry, beets, and brussels sprouts. I don't have any dessert plans, but maybe there could be lemon meringue pie. The rest will be leftovers, improvisation, and inspiration. I think it's fitting for the holiday.
Tonight, I plan to skive out of work as early as possible, do any further last minute stuff at the market, and catch the train. The kids and spouse will meet me at the train station, and we will depart for points thankfully-not-snowy-yet. Tonight I will help set bread and rolls and make pies and chop vegetables and make chip dip and act as sous-chef for my mom.
Tomorrow, there will be a hearty breakfast, and then the rush of carefully timed baking, and the kids will run riot and my grandmother with shuffle around, and soon enough, a representative sampling of uncles, aunts, cousins, etc will arrive with relish trays. The guys will watch football, the women will stand in the kitchen and gossip. I like football, but I never manage to escape peeling the potatoes.
After everyone has had their statuatory pieces of pie and the conversation drifts inexorably onto the shoals of Boy Scouting, sil and I will steal into the night and return to our own home. I may set my own bread so I have something to put in the turkey, and we will go to bed almost-early, after a bout of Rock Band at top volume.
In the morning, sil will attend to the bird while I zoom around making sure the house is clean enough for company and all the seating surfaces are showing, and around noon I will realize I skipped breakfast and eat a little something. Then people will show up, and we will feed them, and they will bring the leftovers of their family meals, and it will be lovely.
This morning I did a little marketing. Now I have beets, brussel sprouts, and fresh sage. I need to get the turkey on my way down to my parents, lest it not be thawed on Friday. I don't know what my exact menu for Friday is. We commit to turkey, stuffing, potatoes, gravy, bread, cranberry, beets, and brussels sprouts. I don't have any dessert plans, but maybe there could be lemon meringue pie. The rest will be leftovers, improvisation, and inspiration. I think it's fitting for the holiday.
Tonight, I plan to skive out of work as early as possible, do any further last minute stuff at the market, and catch the train. The kids and spouse will meet me at the train station, and we will depart for points thankfully-not-snowy-yet. Tonight I will help set bread and rolls and make pies and chop vegetables and make chip dip and act as sous-chef for my mom.
Tomorrow, there will be a hearty breakfast, and then the rush of carefully timed baking, and the kids will run riot and my grandmother with shuffle around, and soon enough, a representative sampling of uncles, aunts, cousins, etc will arrive with relish trays. The guys will watch football, the women will stand in the kitchen and gossip. I like football, but I never manage to escape peeling the potatoes.
After everyone has had their statuatory pieces of pie and the conversation drifts inexorably onto the shoals of Boy Scouting, sil and I will steal into the night and return to our own home. I may set my own bread so I have something to put in the turkey, and we will go to bed almost-early, after a bout of Rock Band at top volume.
In the morning, sil will attend to the bird while I zoom around making sure the house is clean enough for company and all the seating surfaces are showing, and around noon I will realize I skipped breakfast and eat a little something. Then people will show up, and we will feed them, and they will bring the leftovers of their family meals, and it will be lovely.